Slut wish

Slut wish: Whore

~by nom~

 

It wasn’t long before a man thought I was a real whore. I don’t know why I was so surprised, considering the way I have been dressing and acting in the bars. Shortest skirts, just barely covering my bum, the highest heels, lots of make-up, my amazing friendly attitude to all the men. Want to grope me? Please do.

 

Tonight, I had on a tiny clingy red dress, low neck to show off my cleavage, and an even lower back showing flesh all the way to the rise of my bum. The hem just about covered my bum, standing, but when sitting down, not much was left to the imagination. Waxed smooth cunt, barely covered by a red thong. Red-brown crocodile boots, knee high. And my hair in bunches with little flower clips here and there. Bright red lips, sucking now and then on a lollipop. Child slut, that was the look.

 

From the first moment I sat down at his table, he was right in my space, his hand stroking up my thigh without a second thought. I spread my legs a little, just to help. He grinned, and barely a second later his fingers were pumping in and out of my cunt.

 

Then he asked what the parameters were. Strange way to ask for a date, I thought.

 

“See if we like each other, go from there.” I was finding it quite difficult to think, what with his fingers and his lips at my neck and I’d never known my neck could be such a hotspot.

 

“Don’t be so coy,” he said, nipping me sharply. “How much for an hour?”

 

Cluebus. I juiced up so fast my head spun. This was one of my kinks, one I’d never had the nerve to go through with before and all I had to do now was say yes and live it. Live the life of a whore. I shivered.

 

“Ticklish?” he whispered, thinking it was from his breath in my ear. He pinched my clit. I flinched, gasped.

 

“No,” I breathed out, eyes flutttering and voice shaking as he shoved more fingers in. “Hundred.” And just like that, I’d done it.

 

“Expensive. You worth it?”

 

I panicked. Was it too expensive? I had no idea about the going rate of whores. Was he going to refuse? Now that I’d made my mind up, I was so turned on I couldn’t bear it if he didn’t follow through. The seat was going to be slimy with cunt juice as it was.

 

“Try me and see.” I humped his fingers as discreetly as I could, but there were people looking our way and I knew it was nowhere near discreet enough.

 

He mulled it over, looking into my eyes and pretending deep thought. I relaxed a bit at that. We were going to do this. He was going to be my first john.

 

In the cab, he had me on my knees with his dick in my mouth. “Just keep it warm, don’t suck.”

 

It was still soft, and I was a bit insulted by that, but it meant I could take most of it in without too much discomfort, and keep it warm. I was so turned on, so humiliated, my mouth just a place for his cock. It must have lasted a good 20 minutes, him just relaxing back in the cabseat and me on the floor trying to hold steady as the cab drove us to my place. My jaw was aching quite a lot by the time it was over.

 

My make-up must have been all smushed, crotches are sweaty places, and the cabbie sneered as I got out. My face flamed in shame.

 

“Get me a drink,” he said, flopping down on my bed. He made no move to undress. I poured him a generous serving of JD, handed it over. “Put some music on, striptease.”

 

Striptease. I’d never done one in my life.

 

“Move your fucking ass!” He shouted, and I hurried over to my cd collection. My heart was thudding. I didn’t want to fuck this up, and just like that my mind was on pleasing my john. It wasn’t really different from the way I treated all the men lately, just only the paying part, and as soon as I realised that, I wasn’t so nervous anymore.

 

As the music started, I started dancing. It was just like in the clubs, except – I slid my dress up to my waist.

 

“Yeah, baby, spread those legs, spread those legs.” He was laughing, clapping mockingly. “Let me see some humping.”

 

I pulled my dress to just under my tits, fucked the air for him, one hand stroking my cunt whilst the other spanked my ass.

 

“Tits out, shake those tits!” I took them out, shook them, squeezed them, licked my nipples. “Give me your panties.”

 

I threw it over, and he took a deep sniff, grinning wide. “Nothing better than a wet whore. Come here. Say ahhh.” He stuffed the red thong into my mouth. “Say thank you.”

 

“Thank you, sir.” It was distorted, but that was the point and he laughed, waved me on regally to keep on dancing.

 

My dress was just a belt around my waist now and I shook my tits and wriggled my ass as much as I could. I squatted down a few times, legs nicely spread to give a good view, fingers pumping my cunt.

 

“Shove some fingers up your ass.”

 

I bent over, looked back at him and humped my ass back on my fingers.

 

“Suck them clean, lick away all your whoreslime.” I licked, sucking each finger clean, making it look like I enjoyed it. I loved the taste of cock, not cunt or ass.

 

“Lapdance.”

 

I almost ran over. About time. I straddled him, and he grabbed hold of my tits and rubbed his face in them, mouthing and licking and biting. It felt so good. My hips were wriggling on his lap, my cunt happily grinding against the rough cloth of his jeans and the hard lump of his cock.

 

“Sit on my dick, get my dick out, get that cunt on my dick!” He was breathing hard, spanking my ass to hurry me along. I didn’t have to be told twice. I was so hot and so wet and I just slid down easily on his hard, hot cock. “Bounce, bounce, look at those fucking tits go! Faster, bitch!”

 

He was leaning back on his hands, watching me bounce madly. His eyes were fixed on my tits, helping them along with a slap now and then, even though they were flopping around hard enough to be painful.

 

“Squeeze that cunt, harder! Come on, you useless whore, earn your fucking money!”

 

I squeezed my cunt muscles harder, bounced on his dick faster, stuck out my chest more. He was slapping my tits, one then the other, on and on, side to side, harder and harder and it hurt so good.

 

“Let me see your panties, let it hang out, bite it with your teeth, pull your lips way back.” He tugged my cheeks back to help, pushed my lips away from my teeth and gums. I blushed a brighter red seeing in my mind how stupid I must look. I kept bouncing on his dick, red thong now bouncing in time from my mouth.

 

“Get off.” I got off, legs wobbly. I needed to come so badly. “Grab your ankles.”

 

I yelped as he shoved his dick up my ass with one quick thrust. His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed in again and again, and I was so glad I had got into the habit of lubing my ass before going out.

 

“Move over to the mirror.” I started to straighten up. “Did I tell you to get up, you stupid cunt?” He slapped my ass hard. “Get those hands back on your ankles and move, bitch!”

 

I shuffled over to my full-length mirror, bent over with my fingers wrapped around my ankles and his dick still in my ass.

 

“Look up.”

 

I couldn’t look up much, and I knew better now then to let go of my ankles, so all I could see in my mirror was my wrinkled forehead and eyes and the red thong hanging down. He started slamming into me, fast and hard, and all I could do was hang on for dear life. My forehead banged against the mirror a few times, but he changed his grip and nicely stopped me from getting knocked out.

 

My shitchute burned from the fucking he was giving me, I couldn’t breathe properly all bent down double, I felt stupid … and I loved it. My cuntjuice was just trickling down my thighs.

 

“Yeah, bitch! Riding your whore ass!” He was spanking my ass and cursing me, and I had to shift quickly to stop myself falling into the mirror now that he was holding me up with only one hand. “You my pony, bitch?”

 

“Yes, sir,” I answered through my clenched teeth.

 

“Say it, you stupid cunt!” His hand slammed down on my ass, his cock thrust in brutally. I hit my head again in the mirror.

 

“I’m your pony, sir.”

 

“Ride your pony,” he grunted out, both hands back on my hips and fucking harder. It was really starting to hurt, I needed more lube in my ass. “Keep saying it.”

 

“Ride your pony, sir.” My voice was shaking so much from the fucking, and distorted from the panties in my mouth, but clarity wasn’t what he was asking for. He just wanted to hear me do as I was told. “Ride your pony, sir.” I kept saying it over and over.

 

He came hard, cursed, spanked my ass one last time and pulled out. “Stay put.”

 

I was bent over with my ass the tallest part of me, holes red and open and leaking cum and cuntjuice. Through my legs, I watched him go into the bathroom and shut the door. I coul have straightened up, but I didn’t. There was the fear of what he would do if he found me disobeying, but more than that, it was simply because I do as I’m told. I like doing as I’m told, and no matter how depraved the orders are, I love it and I wish I had just listened to my cunt earlier and done this years ago. Submissive slave sluts like me can’t be content living any other way.

 

The toilet flushed and he came out, his shirt in his hand. That was the first time he had taken any clothes off, whereas I … actually, technically, I still had all my clothes on. My boots, my dress even if it was just a red strip around my waist, and my thongs even though it wasn’t where it was supposed to be.

 

He stripped completely and settled on the bed. He couldn’t leave me like this. He did. For about half an hour he talked on the phone, sometimes taking photos of me and sending it out to whoever was on the other end. My whole body must have flushed red in embarassment and still I didn’t move. My cunt dripped even more.

 

“Come here, bitch.”

 

I nearly stood up, but I stopped myself in time and instead waddled over in the same position.

 

“Good cunt,” he said, reaching down to pat my head. I felt ridiculously pleased at the praise. “Fetch my socks.”

 

I waddled back to where his clothes were, on the floor. On the floor. I looked at the socks, wondering how to do this. I spread my legs, wider and wider, trying to get my mouth low down enough to get his socks, I tried squatting, but no matter what I tried, it just didn’t work. He was enjoying himself, laughing and clicking away taking pictures.

 

“You can crawl, hands and knees. Say thank you.”

 

“Thank you, sir.” I grabbed his socks with my mouth, ignoring the smell, making sure to keep my panties inside still and crawled back to him. He held my chin, reached for the socks – and pushed them in further, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged but didn’t pull away.

 

“Fetch my boxers.”

 

I crawled back to his clothes, found his boxers and crawled back. I expected it this time when he stuffed them into my mouth too. My mouth was feeling pretty full and dry. I wish I’d had a drink before this.

 

“You’ve got a big facecunt, handy for a whore, eh? Or did all the cocks you suck bash it bigger for you?” He slapped my face. “Huh?” Slapped me again, harder. I got tears in my eyes. “Answer me, you dumb bitch!”

 

“Uh uh.” It was a muffled mumble, exactly what he wanted.

 

“I think your hole can take a bit more. Fetch some of your panties from the bathroom.”

 

The only panties in the bathroom were the dirty ones, and I crawled there resigned to tasting more of my cunt. Worse than my cunt, days old cunt. There really wasn’t enough space in my mouth to fit them in but I cheated a bit and used my hands to make them stay put long enough to get to him.

 

“Good girl,” he patted my head again, his fingers pushing the underwear further into my mouth. It felt like it was going into my throat, gagging me and making me gag. “Cute. Now, get me some tights, stockings.”

 

There was no way I could get them in my mouth, but I crawled over to the drawers and looked back at him. He grinned. “Fine, use your paws. Say thank you.”

 

“Uh uh uh.”

 

He pulled one stocking over my head, letting most of the length flop over on top. My eyes felt weird, trying to blink under the tight fabric. The other he used to gag me, tying it off tightly at the back.

 

“And now the finishing touch.” He got a pen from my bedside table and grabbing my throat, pulled me up enough to comfortably let him write across my tits. Whore. It was more humiliating than I could have imagined, to actually have a man do all these things to you, instead of reading about similar and fantasizing, and I needed to come desperately. “All done. Say cheese.” He held his camera phone ready.

 

“Uhhh.”

 

“Use your face and your tits to get me hard again.” I crawled onto the bed, rubbed my stockinged and gagged face against his cock and balls, then my tits, and back to my face. I kept going back and forth until cock hard and dripping precum, he threw me onto my back, hands on my ankles and my knees either side side of my tits. I cried out as he thrust in, completely unheard through my gag, right up my ass, slamming away fullspeed from the word go. I wasn’t complaining, I was too busy coming and coming. I’d managed to hold off coming until now, trying to be a good whore who waited for her john to get his fill first, but I just couldn’t anymore.

 

He spurted on my face, the stocking covering giving a whole new feeling to the familiar experience. I couln’t just blink away the cum on my eyes, they stayed, white and thick, sticking firm to the fine netting. He groaned, squeezed off the last drops of cum under my nose, and once again, took pictures.

 

“Sorry, cunt, only worth fifty.” He grinned, waved the cash in front of my dazed and cummy eyes. “Your money, honey, let me put it in a safe place for you.”

 

He shoved it up my ass, and I flinched but he held me firm as he used the pen to push it in deep. I closed my eyes, my cunt aching again in need.

 

“Say thank you,” he said, slapping my ass to get my attention.

 

“Uh uh uh.”

 

“Play with yourself while I get dressed.”

 

I did, gratefully, shoving my fingers in my cunt and twisting my tits. Then I realised he’d left the pen in my butt and dug for it, then used it as a dildo whilst the other hand shoved in and out of my sopping wet pussy. So good, this was so good. I’d been well and thoroughly abused and – it had been so very, very good.

 

When I came to my senses, he was gone. I lay there, making no move to take off the stockings and gags, or to take out the pen or the money in my ass. I lay there with whore marked on my tits and fell alseep completely satisfied, my fingers tracing the letters.